Same old song played over and over
Trying to find the comfort that was once there
Needle dragged across the vinyl, scratching deep
Nerves frayed and worn away comfort never seems to come
Lying upon a bed of thorns tossing and turning
Just cannot seem to find the zone, the gentle sleep that once was
Pushing down upon the thorns, piercing skin, blood welling up
Running like a river, bleeding it all away,cleansing a soul if only for a day
Nails risen to eyes, clawing at them , scratching away the tears
Blood now spills, running in streams down her cheeks, as she lies listless and weak
Soundless screams fill her lungs as her maw opens and closes
Words fail to come,noises just barely squeak through
Her torment just a mere reflection of you
Eyes wide with insanity, nothing left but the voices in her head
Whispering to her day after day frantically she paces the halls
Coloring with her own excrement upon the walls, now you see her now you don't
Just another lost soul left to wander through the world alone

Wow! Vivid!!

Very good and yes very vivid.

Have only read one others work that this is so close to that use to post here and always enjoyed reading.

Thank you SKPCG

Never could fool my Gurly, the biggest supporter and fan I have had here. Tis' good to be home

ditto always enjoy sweetie

It is good to have you back home where you belong. There is no one that can write the same as you do you. Not only do you capture there mind with your words but you take them to that place as well.

I have read quite a bit about psychology, and thinking patterns, etc.....I should be able to write much more vividly than i do, but i guess everyone writes what is in their heart when it all boils down.
You are good at showing others how to feel empathy flood them....i too, have to say WOW.
You are very good at what you do.
I am a "poem" writer myself, but in my eyes, you have surpassed my "work" by an unmesurable amount.

Peace.

Well done, other than that, I am left speechless. Excellent write.